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Half-title 


Page 

13 


Meddlefome Matty 15 

Tail-piece 21 

Spring 23 

“ 27 

The Hand-Pofl 29 

“ 33 

Old Age 35 

“ 39 

The Shepherd Boy 4 1 

“ 47 

The Butterfly 49 

“ 51 

The Nightingale 53 

“ 55 

IVlio'll come and Play 57 

» 61 

Turnip-Tops ^3 

“ 67 

Day 6 9 

“ 73 



Lift of I lluft rations. 


The Yellow Leaf 


Page 

75 

Tail-piece . 

The Englifh Girl 

... 79 

8 r 

Mifchief 

• • .83 

85 

Jane and Eliza 

. . .89 

9 1 

Rif mg in the Morning 

• • • 95 

97 

Going to Bed at Night .... 

... 99 

101 

The Village Green 

. . 103 

105 

End Piece 

109 

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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 


Page 

Oh, how one ugly Trick has fpoiled .... 17 

Ah! fee how the Ices are melting away . . 25 

The Night was dark , the Sun was hid ... 31 

IV ho is this that comes tot f ring along? . . 37 

Upon a Mountain s graffy fide 43 

The Butterfly, an idle Thing 51 

Thy plaintive Notes, sweet Philomel . . . . 55 

IVho 'll come and play with me here f ... 59 

While yet the white Frost fparkles over the 

Ground 65 

The Sun rifles bright in the Air 71 

/ saw a Leaf come tilting down 77 

Sporting on the Village Green 83 

Let thofle who 're fond of idle Tricks ... 87 

There were two little Girls, neither handfome 

nor plain 93 

Thrice welcome to my opening Eyes .... 99 

Receive my Body, pretty Bed 103 

On the cheerful Village Green 107 









“ Oh, how one ugly Trick has spoil' d 
The sweetejl and the bejl !” 







MEDDLESOME MATTY. 

1 /''"X H, how one ugly Trick has fpoil’d 

The fweeteft and the belt ! 
Matilda, though a pleafant Child, 
One ugly Trick poffeff’d, 

Which, like the Cloud before the Skies, 

Hid all her better Qualities. 

2 Sometimes fhe ’d lift the Teapot Lid, 

To peep at what was in it ; 

Or tilt the Kettle, if you did 
But turn your Back a Minute. 

In vain you told her not to touch, 

Her Trick of Meddling grew fo much. 

3 Her Grandmamma went out one Day, 

And by Miftake fhe laid 
Her Spectacles and Snuff-box gay 
Too near the little Maid. 

“ Ah, well ! ” thought fhe, “ I ’ll try them on, 
As foon as Grandmamma is gone.” 


Forthwith 



Meddlesome Matty. 


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4 Forthwith (he placed upon her Note 
The Glaffes, large and wide ; 

And looking round, as I fuppofe, 
The Snuff-box too fhe fpied. 

“ Oh, what a pretty Box is this ! 

I ’ll open it,” faid little Mifs. 


5 “I know that Grandmamma would fay, 
‘ Don’t meddle with it, Dear ; ’ 

But then, fhe’s far enough away, 

And no one elfe is near ; 

Befide, what can there be amifs 
In op’ning fuch a Box as this?” 


6 So Thumb and Finger went to work 
To move the ftubborn Lid; 

And prefently a mighty Jerk 
The mighty Mischief did. 

For all at once — ah, woeful Cafe ! — 
The Snuff came puffing in her Face ! 


7 Poor Eyes and Nofe and Mouth and Chin 
A difmal Sight prefented ; 

And as the Snuff got further in, 

Sincerely fhe repented. 

In vain fhe ran about for Eafe, 

She could do Nothing elfe but fneeze ! 

She 



Meddlesome Matty. 


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8 She dafhed the Spectacles away, 

To wipe her tingling Eyes; 

And as in twenty Bits they lay, 

Her Grandmamma fhe fpies. 

“ Hey day! and what’s the Matter now? 
Cried Grandmamma, with lifted Brow 

9 Matilda, fmarting with the Pain, 

And tingling (till, and fore, 

Made many a Promife to refrain 
From Meddling, evermore ; 

And 't is a Fact, as I have heard, 

She ever fince has kept her Word. 


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“ The Woods and the Hedges with Verduve look gay , 
And Daijies enamel the Plain'.' 




SPRING . 


1 A H! fee how the Ices are melting away, 

J — V The Rivers have burft from their Chain ; 

The Woods and the Hedges with Verdure 
look gay, 

And Dailies enamel the Plain. 

2 The Sun rifes high and fhines warm o’er the Dale, 

The Orchards with Bloffoms are white ; 

The Voice of the Woodlark is heard in the Vale, 
And the Cuckoo returns from her Flight. 

3 Young Lambs fport and frifk on the Side of the 

Hill, 

The Honey-bee wakes from her Sleep; 

The Turtle-dove opens her foft-cooing Bill, 

And Snow-drops and Primrofes peep. 

4 All Nature looks active, delightful, and gay, 

The Creatures begin their Employ; 

Ah! let me not be lefs induftrious than they, 
An idle or indolent Boy! 


Now 





Spring. 


2 7 


5 Now while in the Spring of my Vigour and Bloom, 

In the Paths of fair Learning I ’ll run ; 

Nor let the belt Part of my Being confume, 
With Nothing of Confequence done. 

6 Thus while to my Leffons with Care I attend, 

And ftore up the Knowledge I gain, 

When the Winter of Age fhall upon me defcend, 
’T will cheer the dark Seafon of Pain. 

















“ And tints he fottnd that to the Good 
No Evil Jhould betide 




























THE HAND -POST. 



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HE Night was dark, the Sun was hid 


L Beneath the Mountain gray ; 

And not a fingle Star appear’d 

To fhoot a filver Ray. 

Acrofs the Heath the Owlet flew, 

And fcream’d along the Blaft; 

And onward, with a quicken’d Step, 

Benighted Henry paff’d. 

At Intervals, amid the Gloom, 

A Flafh of Light’ning play’d, 

And fhow’d the Ruts with Water fill’d, 

And the black Hedge’s Shade. 

Again in thickeft Darknefs plung’d, 

He grop’d his Way to find ; 

And now he thought he fpied beyond 
A Form of horrid Kind. 

In deadly White it upwards rofe, 

Of Cloak or Mantle bare, 

And held its naked Arms acrofs 
To catch him by the Hair. 

Poor Henry felt his Blood run cold 
At what before him flood ; 

“ But, well,” thought he, “ no Harm, I ’m sure, 
Can happen to the Good.” 


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The Hand-Post. 


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7 So calling all his Courage up, 

He to the Goblin went; 

And eager through the difmal Gloom 
His piercing Eyes he bent. 

8 And when he came well-nigh the Ghoft 

That gave him fuch Affright, 

He clapp’d his Hands upon his Side, 

And loudly laugh’d outright. 

9 For ’twas a friendly Hand-poft flood, 

His wand’ring Steps to guide; 

And thus he found that to the Good 
No Evil fhould betide. 

io “And well,” thought he, “one Thing I ’ve learn’d, 
Nor foon fhall I forget, — 

Whatever frightens me again 
To march flraight up to it. 

n “And when I hear an idle Tale 
Of Goblins and a Ghoft, 

I’ 11 tell of this, my lonely Walk, 

And the tall, white Hand-poft.” 





Animation and Vigour are fled, 
And yield to Infirmity now I 





OLD AGE. 


T T T HO is this that comes tott’ring along? 
Y\ His Footfteps are feeble and flow, 

H is Beard has grown curling and long, 
And his Head is turn’d white as the Snow. 


2 His dim Eye is funk in his Head, 

And Wrinkles deep furrow his Brow; 
Animation and Vigour are fled, 

And yield to Infirmity now. 

3 Little Stranger, his Name is Old Age, 

His Journey will fhortly be o’er, 

He foon will leave Life’s bufy Stage, 

To be torn by Affliction no more. 

4 Little Stranger, though, healthy and ftrong, 

You now all Adverfity brave, 

Like him you mult totter ere long, 

Like him you mull fink to the Grave. 

Those 



Old Age. 


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5 Thofe Limbs that fo actively play, 

That Face, beaming Pleafure and Mirth, 
Like his mult drop into Decay, 

And moulder away in the Earth. 

6 Then, ere the dark Seafon of Night, 

When Youth and its Energies ceafe, 

Oh ! follow with Zeal and Delight, 

Thofe Paths that are Pleafure and Peace. 

7 So Triumph and Hope fhall be nigh, 

When failing and fainting you breathe ; 
T will light a bright Spark in your Eye 
As it clofes forever in Death. 





“ Thus Colin , though a Shepherd Boy, 
Was ever glad and gay." 






THE SHEPHERD BOT. 


U PON a Mountain’s graffy Side, 

Where many a tall Fir grew, 
Young Colin wander’d with his Flocks, 
And many a Hardfhip knew. 

2 No downy Pillow for his Head, 

No fhelter’d Home had he ; 

The green Grafs was his only Bed 
Beneath fome lhady Tree. 

3 Dry Bread, and Water from the Spring 
Compof’d his temp’rate Fare ; 

Yet Colin ate with thankful Heart, 

Nor felt a Murmur there. 

4 A cheerful Smile upon his Face 
Was ever feen to play; 

He envy’d not the Rich nor Great, 

M,ore happy far than they. 


While 



The Shepherd Boy. 


45 


5 While ’neath fome fpreading Shade he fat 
Befide his fleecy Flocks, 

His foft Pipe warbl’d through the Wood, 
And echo’d from the Rocks. 

6 An ancient Cattle on the Plain 

In filent Grandeur flood, 

And there the young Lord Henry dwelt, 
The Proud, but not the Good. 

7 And oft he wander’d o’er the Plain, 

Or on the Mountain’s Side, 

And with Surprife, and Envy too, 

The humble Colin ey’d. 

8 “ And why,” faid he, “ am I deny’d 

That Cheerfulnefs and Joy 
That ever fmiles upon the Face 
Of this poor Shepherd Boy? 

9 “ Nor Titles, Honours, nor Eftates, 

No Wealth nor Power has he; 

And yet, though deftitute and poor, 

He feems more bleft than me.” 

io For this Lord Henry did not know, 

That Pleafure ne’er is found 
Where angry Paffions reign and rule, 
And evil Deeds abound. 


Colin, 



The Shepherd Boy. 


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1 1 Colin, though poor, was humble too, 

Benevolent and kind ; 

While Paffion, Anger, Rage, and Pride 
Difturbed Lord Henry’s Mind. 

12 Thus Colin, though a Shepherd Boy, 

Was ever glad and gay; 

And Henry, though a noble Lord, 

To Difcontent a Prey. 






Stock of W if clout I ’ll improve , 
Nor be a Butterfly'.' 







THE BUTTERFLY. 


1 ^T^HE Butterfly, an idle Thing, 

Nor Honey makes, nor yet can ling, 
Like to the Bee and Bird ; 

Nor does it, like the prudent Ant, 

Lay up the Grain for Time of Want, 

A wife and cautious Hoard. 

2 My Youth is but a Summers Day: 

Then, like the Bee and Ant, I’ll lay 

A Store of Learning by; 

And though from Flower to Flower I rove, 
My Stock of Wifdom I ’ll improve, 

Nor be a Butterfly. 


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Thy plaintive Notes , fweet Philomel ’ 
All other Melodies excel. ” 













THE NIGHTINGALE. 


1 / HP V HY plaintive Notes, fweet Philomel, 

l All other Melodies excel. 

Deep in the Grove retir’d, 

Thou feem’ft thyfelf and Song to hide, 
Nor doft thou boaft or plume with Pride, 
Nor wifh to be admir’d. 

2 So, if endu’d with Power and Grace, 

And with that Power my Will keep Pace 

To a<5t a gen’rous Part, 

Hence, paltry oftentatious Show ! 

Nor let my lib’ral Actions know 
A Witnefs but my Heart. 






'‘'‘Who'll come and play with me here 
My Sifters have left me alone'.' 


under the Tree , 








WHO'LL COME AND PLAT? 


1 T T 7"HO’LL come and play with me here 

V/y/ under the Tree? 

My Sifters have left me alone; 

My fweet little Sparrow, come hither to me, 
And play with me while they are gone.” 

2 “ Oh, no, little Lady, I can’t come, indeed, 

I ’ve no Time to idle away, 

I ’ve got all my dear little Children to feed, 
And my Neft to new cover with Hay.” 

3 “ Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the Flower, 

But come here and play with me, do ; 

The Sparrow won’t come and ftay with me an 
Hour, 

But fay, pretty Bee, will not you ? ” 

4 “ Oh, no, little Lady, for do not you fee, 

Thofe muft work who would profper and 
thrive ? 

If I play, they would call me a fad idle Bee, 
And perhaps turn me out of the Hive.” 

“ Stop, 





Who'll Come and Play % 


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5 “ Stop, flop, little Ant ! do not run off fo faft ! 

Wait with me a little and play. 

I hope I (hall find a Companion at laft, 

You are not fo bufy as they.” 

6 “ Oh, no, little Lady, I can’t flay with you, 

We’re not made to play, but to labour; 

I always have Something or other to do, 

If not for myfelf, for a Neighbour.” 

7 “ What then, have they all fome Employment 

but me, 

Who lay lounging here like a Dunce? 

Oh, then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee, 
I ’ll go to my Leffon at once.” 





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“ / iript with the firji rofy Beam of the Morn 
To cull the green Tops. Come , my Turnip-tops buy!” 









TURNIP-TOPS . 


1 T T 7 HILE yet the white Froft fparkles over 

VV ^e Ground, 

And Daylight juft peeps from the mifty 
blue Sky, 

In yonder green Fields, with my Bafket I ’m 
found; 

Come, buy my fweet Turnip-tops! Turnip-tops 
buy ! 

2 Sadly cold are my Fingers, all drench’d with 

the Dew, 

For the Sun has fcarce rifen the Meadows 
to dry; 

And my Feet have got wet with a Hole in my 
Shoe: 

Come, hafte then, and buy my fweet Turnip- 
tops, buy! 

3 While you were afleep, with your Bed-curtains 

drawn, 

On Pillows of Down in your Chambers fo 
high, 

I tript with the firft rofy Beam of the Morn 
To cull the green Tops. Come, my Turnip- 
tops buy! 


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Turnip-Tops. 


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4 Then, with a few Half-pence or Pence I can earn, 
A Loaf for my poor Mammy’s Breakfaft I 'll 
buy ; 

And to-morrow again little Ann fhall return 
With Turnip-tops green and frelh gathered, 
to cry. 








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“ The Sun rifes bright in the Air , 

The Dews of the Morning are dry." 



DAT. 


1 A | "'HE Sun rifes bright in the Air, 

The Dews of the Morning are dry, 
Men and Beafts to their Labours repair, 
And the Lark wings his Way to the Sky. 
Now frefh from his mofs-dappl’d Shed, 

The Hufbandman trudges along; 

And like the Lark over his Head, 

Begins the new Day with a Song. 

2 Juft now All around was fo ftill ; 

Not a Bird drew his Head from his Wing, 
Not an Echo was heard from the Hill, 

Not a Water-fly dipp’d in the Spring. 

Now, Everything wakes from its Sleep, 

The Shepherd Boy pipes to his Flock, 

The Common is fpeckl’d with Sheep, 

And cheerfully clamours the Cock. 

3 Now, winding along on the Road, 

Half hid by the Hedges fo gay, 

The Waggon drags flow with its Load, 

And its Bells tinkle, tinkle away. 

The Hufbandman follows his Plough 
Acrofs the brown fallow Field’s Slope, 

And toils in the fweat of his Brow, 

Repaid by the Pleafures of Hope. 

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4 The City, fo noify and wide, 

Begins to look fmoky and gray ; 

Now Buf’nefs, and Pleafure, and Pride, 

March each in a different Way. 

My Lord and my Lady fo fair, 

The Merchant, with dignifi’d Look, 

And All to their Buf’nefs repair, 

From the Nobleman down to his Cook. 

5 For the Dews of the Morning are flown, 

And the Sun rifes bright in the Sky ; 

Alike in the Field and the Town, 

Men and Beads to their Labour apply. 

And idle no Hand muft remain, 

Nor Eye fink in Slumber fo dark, 

For Evening is coming again, 

And the Night, in which no Man can work. 

6 And what is our Life but a Day? 

A fhort one that foon will be o’er; 

Without flopping it gallops away, 

And will never return any more. 

Then while its bright Beamings we have, 

Let us keep its grand Buf’nefs in View, 
Before our Sun fets in the Grave, 

Which we know not how foon it may do. 









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“ The poor old Man was once as gay 
As rofy Health could be . ” 





THE TELLOIF LEAF . 


1 T SAW a Leaf come tilting down 
| From a bare, wither’d Bough ; 

The Leaf was dead, the Branch was brown, 
No # Fruit was left it now. 

2 But much the rattling Tempeft blew, 

The naked Boughs among; 

And here and there came whirling through, 
A Leaf that loofely hung. 

3 This Leaf, they tell me, once was green, 

Wafh’d by the Showers foft ; 

High on the topmoft Bough ’twas feen, 

And flourifhed up aloft. 

4 I faw an old Man totter flow, 

Wrinkl’d, and weak, and gray ; 

He ’d hardly ftrength enough to go 
Ever fo fhort a Way. 


His 




The Yellow Leaf. 


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5 His Ear was deaf, his Eye was dim, 

He lean’d on Crutches high; 

But while I ftaid to pity him, 

I faw him gafp and die. 

6 The poor old Man was once as gay 

As rofy Health could be. 

Yes, and the youngeft Head mult lay, 
Ere long, as low as he. 


















“ Mary never idle fits , 

She either fews, or /pins, or knits." 




THE ENGLISH GIRL. 


1 PORTING on the Village Green 

The pretty Englifh Girl is feen; 
Or befide her Cottage neat, 
Knitting on the Garden-feat. 

2 Now within her humble Door, 

Sweeping clean the Kitchen Floor, 
Where, upon the wall fo white, 

Hang her Coppers polifh’d bright. 

3 Mary never idle fits, 

She either fews, or fpins, or knits, 

Hard fhe labours all the Week, 

With fparkling Eye and rofy Cheek. 

4 And on Sunday Mary goes, 

Neatly dreff’d in decent Clothes, 

Says her Prayers (a conftant Rule), 

And haftens to the Sunday-fchool. 

5 O how good fhould we be found, 

Who live on England’s happy Ground ! 






In harmlefs Sport and healthful Play 
He never pajf d his Time aw ay l' 





MISCHIEF. 


1 T ET thofe who ’re fond of idle Tricks, 

^ Of throwing Stones, and breaking Bricks, 
And all that Sort of Fun ; 

Now hear a Tale of idle Jim, 

That they may warning take by him, 

Nor do as he has done. 

2 In harmlefs Sport and healthful Play 
He never paff’d his Time away, 

He took no Pleafure in it ; 

For Mifchief was his only Joy, 

Nor Book, nor Work, nor even Toy, 

Could pleafe him for a Minute. 

3 A Neighbour’s Houfe he’d flily pafs, 

And throw a Stone to break the Glafs, 

And then enjoy the Joke ; 

Or if a Window open flood, 

He ’d throw in Stones or Bits of Wood 
To frighten all the Folk. 


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Mischief. 


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4 If travelers palling chanc’d to ftay, 
Of idle Jim to afk the Way, 

He never told them right ; 

And then, quite harden’d in his Sin, 
Rejoic’d to fee them taken in, 

And laugh’d with all his Might. 


5 He ’d tie a String acrofs the Street, 

So to entangle People’s Feet, 

And make them tumble down. 
Indeed, he was diflik’d fo much 
That no good Boy would play with fuch 
A Nuifance to the Town. 


6 At laft the Neighbours in Defpair 
Could all thefe Tricks no longer bear; 

In fhort (to end the Tale), 

The Lad was cur’d of all his Ways 
One Time, by fpending a few Days 
Infide the County Jail. 










































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One's Name was Eliza , the other was Jane'.' 

















































































































JANE AND ELIZA . 


1 ^T^HERE were two little Girls, neither hand- 

fome nor plain, 

One’s Name was Eliza, the other was Jane ; 
They were both of one Height, as I ’ve heard 
People fay, 

And both of an Age, I believe, to a Day. 

2 T was thought by molt People, who (lightly had 

feen them, 

There was not a Pin to be chofen between them ; 
But no one for long in this Notion perfifted, 
So great a diftin&ion there really exifted. 

3 Eliza knew well that fhe could not be pleating 
While fretting and fuming, while fulky or teafing; 
And therefore, in Company, artfully tried, 

Not to break her bad Habit, but only to hide. 

4 So when fhe was out, with much Labour and 

Pain, 

She contriv’d to look almojl as pleating as Jane ; 
But I ’m fure you ’d have laughed, to have 
known all the while 

How her Mouth would oft ache while fhe forc’d 
it to fmile. 


But 






Jane and Eliza. 


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5 But in fpite of her care, it would fometimes 

befall 

That fome crofs Event happened to ruin it all ; 
And becaufe it might chance that her Share was 
the worft, 

Her Temper broke loofe and her Dimples 
difperf ’d. 

6 But Jane, who had Nothing fhe wanted to hide, 
And therefore thefe troublefome Arts never tried, 
Had none of the Care and Fatigue of concealing, 
But her Face always fhow’d what her Bofom 

was feeling. 

7 The Smiles that upon her fweet countenance 

were, 

At Home or abroad, they were conftantly there ; 
And Eliza work’d hard, but could never obtain 
The Affedtion that freely was given to Jane. 
































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“ Like cheerful Birds as / begin 
This Day , oh , keep my Soul from Sin!'' 





RISING IN THE MORNING . 


1 r I N HRICE welcome to my opening Eyes 

r The morning Beam, which bids me rife 
To all the Joys of Youth; 

For thy Prote&ion whilft I flept, 

O Lord, my humble Thanks accept, 

And blefs my Lips with Truth. 

2 Like cheerful Birds as I begin 

This Day, oh, keep my Soul from Sin, 

And all Things fhall be well. 

Thou gav’ft me Health and Clothes and Food, 
Preferve me, innocent and good, 

Till Evening Curfew Bell. 






“ Receive my Body , pretty Bed; 
Soft Pillow , O receive my Head'd 




GOING TO BED AT NIGHT 


1 TH^ ECEIVE my Body, pretty Bed; 

Soft Pillow, oh, receive my Head ; 
And Thanks, my Parents kind: 
Thofe Comforts who for me provide, 

Their Precept (till fhall be my Guide, 
Their Love I ’ll keep in Mind. 

2 My Hours mifpent this Day I rue, 

My good Things done, how very few! 

Forgive my Faults, O Lord 1 
This Night, if in thy Grace I reft, 
To-morrow may I rife refrefh’d, 

To keep thy holy Word. 






Now they frolic , Hand in Hand \ 
Making many a merry Chain" 





























THE VILLAGE GREEN. 

1 /^\N the cheerful Village Green, 

Scatter’d round with Houfes neat, 
All the Boys and Girls are feen, 
Playing there with bufy Feet. 

2 Now they frolic, Hand in Hand, 

Making many a merry Chain ; 

Then they form a warlike Band, 

Marching o’er the level Plain. 

3 Then afcends the worfted Ball, 

High it rifes in the Air; 

Or againft the Cottage Wall, 

Up and down it bounces there. 

4 Or the Hoop, with even Race, 

Runs before the merry Crowd : 

Joy is feen in every Face; 

Joy is heard in Clamours loud. 

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The Village Green. 


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5 For among the Rich and Gay, 

Fine and Grand and deck’d in Laces, 
None appear more glad than they, 

With happier Hearts or happier Faces. 

6 Then, contented with my State, 

Let me envy not the Great, 

Since true Pleafure may be feen 
On a cheerful Village Green. 

















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